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Why has his wife left him? 'I neither know nor care. 'You must prove to me that you are not the cause of it. 'I shall not make the slightest effort to do so. Rhoda began to move away from him. As he kept silence, she walked on in the Seascale direction. He followed at a distance of a few yards, watching her movements.
The temptation to return to London was very strong, but pride prevailed against it. Everard might perhaps go to see his cousin, and relate all that had happened at Seascale, justifying himself as he had here done. Whether Miss Barfoot became aware of the story or not, Rhoda could not reconcile it with her self-respect to curtail the stipulated three weeks of holiday.
Cosgrove is at home in Cumberland; I must ask her advice. This was done, and there resulted a scheme which seemed to excite Rhoda with joyous anticipation. On the coast of Cumberland, a few miles south of St. Bees, is a little place called Seascale, unknown to the ordinary tourist, but with a good hotel and a few scattered houses where lodgings can be obtained.
Then he would raise her, and seat her in the place of honour, and fall down at her feet, and fill her soul with rapture. Many times between Seascale and London he smiled in anticipation of that hour. Whilst the rain pelted, and it did so until afternoon, Rhoda sat in her little parlour, no whit less miserable than Barfoot imagined.
If you incline to think that the chance was fortunate She would not speak. 'We must know each other's mind. 'Ah, that is so difficult! Rhoda murmured, just raising her hand and letting it fall. 'Yes, unless we give each other help. Let us imagine ourselves back at Seascale, down by the waves. She looked fixedly at him. 'You didn't say that then. 'What do the words matter?
After examining her curiously, Everard came and stood before her. 'I want to ask your leave to meet you somewhere during these next three weeks. At any point on your route. We could have a day's ramble together, and then say good-bye. 'The lake country is free to you, Mr. Barfoot. 'But I mustn't miss you. You will leave Seascale to-morrow week? 'At present I think so.
So he had not been here to tell his story and plead his cause or it seemed not. 'Yes, I saw him at Seascale, Rhoda replied, without sign of emotion. 'Before or after that news came? 'Both before and after. I showed him your letter, and all he had to say was that he knew nothing of the affair. 'That's all he has to say to me. I haven't seen him.
It's very grand, wild country, especially the last part, the going down to Wastwater, and not many miles in all. Suppose we have that walk to-morrow? From Wastdale we could drive back to Seascale in the evening, and then the next day just as you like. 'Are you quite sure about the distances? 'Quite. I have the Ordnance map in my pocket. Let me show you.
In the afternoon she suffered from impatient expectancy. If Barfoot came to-day she imagined him somewhere in the neighbour hood, approaching Seascale as the time of his appointment drew near would he call at her lodgings? The address she had not given him, but doubtless he had obtained it from his cousin.
If he is not content to dismount from his railway carriage at Coniston, or Seascale, or Bowness, at Penrith, or Troutbeek, or Keswick, and to move at eight miles an hour in a coach, or at four miles an hour on foot, while he studies that small intervening tract of country, of which every mile is a separate gem, when, we may ask, is he to dismount? What is he to study?
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